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High Society

The night began like any other.
A steady stream of guests entered in to the ballroom, and after her father had welcomed them all, the evening began. Servants filtered throughout the crowd, serving champagne and small foodstuffs as couples began the first waltz.
And so the night went on.
She was caught up in the swirl of faces, responding to the conveyance of regards to the Duke, lightly discussing policies with various officials, and politely sidestepping the advances of the eligible bachelors. After a tedious conversation with the Minister of Fisheries, she paused to surveyed the surroundings.
On the dance floor, a tall, slightly mop headed man was dancing with her sister. She didn’t recognize him, but she did suddenly recognize the Earl of Aberly’s son making his way to towards her.
She had to get away.
Spinning around, she sought a quick escape, but there was no where to go. The Earl’s son was almost upon her when a voice from the side quietly cut through the noise.
“Would you dance with me?”

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